“Oh, we’ll talk, and more, but not until you regain enough senses to understand.” came a voice that vaguely sounded like her mother’s.The vagu... figures helped her to her feet. Once she was upright, the source of the female voice (Mom?) held Yvette around the waist with her right arm, grabbing the front of Yvette’s belt for a firm grip, while the source of the male voice (Dad?) wrapped Yvette’s other arm over her Mom’s left shoulder where her Mom held it firmly to keep Yvette upright.As Yvette’s. Aathavdyachya shevti tu tayar kekele papad,lonchi ani anganatle aaushadhi pane vaigare gheun jain ani adhiche vikun milalele paise anin. “thik ahe” aatya bolali. Dusrya divshi kakubai nighun geli. Jatana tine aatyala tya chetkin bhut vaigare che parat sangitle ani ti geli. Ti gelyavar aatyala mokle zalyasarkhe vatle. Tiparat itar kamala lagli. Mi pan asaycho kadhi kadhi. Pan tya gharat ekta phirayala mi lahan aslyane ghabrayacho. Divsapan kadhi kadhi light laun kaam karave laage. Atya roj. Now here was the object of that same sexual fantasy. Kelly was wearing a loose fitting black leather vest. It was fastened with only a single button, stretching the material tightly across her ample tits. A narrow chain, like you would see on a dog's leash, cinched her trim waist. Simple spiked heels covered her feet and around her hips was one of those short black leather skirts she was so fond of.Her long blond hair flowed wildly down her back. She looked every inch, the tough young bitch. A. "Now I could see an older man who was about sixty peeking in my stall through the crack in the door. He had his cock hanging out of his fly and was masturbating, too.This was really strange to me; I'd never realized that things like this happened at the mall. For whatever reason, I leaned toward the cock at the hole and put it in my mouth and started sucking it. I gagged and am sure the men in the other booths must have heard me. To this day I still don't know what made me do that, but I can.